I\u2019ve passed this structure a dozen times a week for nearly five years now, and never given it a second thought. War memorials, after all, are ten a penny in this country: every community has one, sometimes several. On one, in King\u2019s Cross Station, I once spotted something unnervingly close to my own name \u2013 J. R. Ellege, my initials on a surname very nearly my own \u2013 and, having watched too much dreadful sci-fi involving time travel, this did some pretty bad things to my brain.<\/p>\n
The Bethnal Green memorial, though, turns out not to be the usual list of the war dead. It commemorates a specific disaster which passes its 80th anniversary this coming Friday. The dead it names are not soldiers, but civilians. And it wasn\u2019t a German air raid that killed them.<\/p>\n
The eastern extension of the Central Line was still under construction when the war broke out \u2013 passenger services would not begin until 1946 \u2013 but that didn\u2019t mean it wasn\u2019t already useful. This was a densely populated bit of the East End, after all, and lying near to both docks and City it was bombed fairly heavily. So a new, deep level tube line, bored deep into the ground beneath London, provided local families with somewhere apparently safe to shelter while the bombs started falling. Without interruption by trains, the new tunnels could hold thousands.<\/p>\n
By 3 March 1943, with the war over three years old, all this must have begun to feel almost routine \u2013 so when the sirens began to sound just after 8.15pm, over a thousand eastenders made their way to the tube station as normal. That night, though, something was different. Firstly, for some reason, only a single entrance to the half-finished station was open \u2013 no staff seemed to be on duty \u2013 forcing everyone to enter down the same narrow stairway. Secondly, a few minutes after the sirens began, there was an unfamiliar sound in the air: as loud and terrifying as the bombs, but which arrived long before the planes could be heard.<\/p>\n
No one in the crowd trying to get into the tube station knew what could make such a sound; and so, they panicked, as crowds are wont to do, and surged forward. Towards the bottom of the stairs, a woman holding a child lost her footing, pulling an elderly man down with her. More people, apparently propelled by the momentum of the crowd, fell on top; those behind, unable to see what was causing the blockage, kept pushing forward. More and more bodies were crammed into a space that could not contain them.<\/p>\n
It was nearly midnight before the last casualties were brought out and laid on the pavement. Those who witnessed it later told stories of bodies turned purple by asphyxiation, of children identified by their clothes because they\u2019d been left so unrecognisable by the crush. In\u00a0his account for Historic UK<\/a>, Brian Penn \u2013 whose 16 year old mother lived a few minutes\u2019 walk from the tube station, and whose grandfather had luckily decided it was a false alarm that night \u2013 tells that they included his uncle George, who\u2019d returned on leave that very day, excited to see his wife Lottie and three year old son Alan for the first time in months. On being told that they\u2019d gone to shelter from the air raid, he rushed to follow them down the tube. None of them made it out again.\u00a0<\/p>\n In all, 173 people died in the crush, 62 of them children \u2013 the worst civilian disaster to take place in Britain during World War Two, and the single greatest loss of life in the tube, all at the same time. But there were no bombs that night. The noise was not that of a terrifying new German weapon that could arrive without warning, though those would be landing soon enough. It was the sound of new anti-aircraft guns being tested up the road in Victoria Park.\u00a0<\/p>\n This fact, that it was the actions of the British military which sparked the panic that caused the disaster, was something that led the government to cover up the disaster for decades. Its reason for doing so, it claimed, was to protect morale. But reading accounts like Penn\u2019s, and that of\u00a0Joan Martin<\/a>\u00a0\u2013 a doctor who handled the bodies that arrived after the disaster, and whose inability to discuss what she\u2019d seen gave her nightmares for decades \u2013 I can\u2019t help but wonder if that was the only thing that decision was meant to protect.<\/p>\n Anyway. The memorial was unveiled in December 2017, and it is quite genuinely rather beautiful; even more so, once you realise what it\u2019s for. If you find yourself in the East End, it\u2019s worth checking out. I can recommend a pub if you find you need a drink afterwards. <\/p>\n Jago Hazzard also did a video of the disaster and the memorial<\/a>. The Stairway to Heaven Memorial Trust is a charity that built and maintains the memorial, whose website has more background history, images, and information on the victims<\/a>.<\/p>\n Jonn Elledge is a former writer and editor at the New Statesman, as well as the founder and editor of the CityMetric website for many years (now\u00a0CityMonitor.ai<\/a>). He is now publishes his thoughts on\u00a0The Newsletter of (Not Quite) Everything<\/a>, and freelances for other publications. This piece was first published on his Newsletter.<\/em><\/p>\n The post The Stairway to Heaven: the greatest disaster ever on London\u2019s Tubes<\/a> appeared first on London Reconnections<\/a>.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" There\u2019s an oddly shaped war memorial in Bethnal Green Gardens, the park next to my local tube station. It looks like an upside down staircase, made of what I\u2019m assuming is wood but looks to be brick; inscribed on it are surnames. Aarons, Asser, Bailey, Baker. I\u2019ve passed this structure a dozen times a week for nearly five years now,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":2826,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[60],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2825","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-camcab"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/camcab.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2825"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/camcab.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/camcab.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/camcab.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2825"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/camcab.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2825\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/camcab.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2826"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/camcab.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2825"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/camcab.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2825"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/camcab.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2825"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}